"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 135 - "Sulking...?"

Chapter 135 - "Sulking...?"

Clara's PoV

'She was perfectly fine this morning. She got dressed, did her own hair, she even ate some breakfast this morning. There's no way there can actually be anything wrong with her?'

'We don't know all the facts Miss Oswald. And don't even know if anything will come of it. But what we do know is that a blood transfusion is the main priority right now' he confirmed as I just looked through the window.

It wasn't even fair.

There was nothing wrong with her physically. She was sat in the other room colouring in and drawing pictures like there was no tomorrow. Nobody from a glance would see a problem.

'Will she need to stay in over night?'

'We hope not. We hope to discharge her in a few hours and we'll wait for the rest of the results to come through' he said.

I huffed to myself and wandered out of the hospital and towards a bench to go and have a think.

It wasn't easy to think either with the constant reminder that I was housing another person in my stomach, but either way I leant over the table and put my head in my hands.

'Hey?'

'I just want some time to think alone John' I mumbled not even looking up from where I was sat.

'I know. But your phone was ringing?' He mumbled like it was important.

It was.

'It was the party planner Glenda. Wanted to know what time we can meet on Saturday to discuss the final touches of the party' I bummed listening to the message and groaning. 'Will she even make it to her party?' I scoffed.

'What do you mean? Of course she bloody will. She'll be fine. This is just a minor set back'

'A setback is all it takes'

'Hey? Where the hell has all this come from?' He grumbled well within his right. He was right about me worrying. I worry too much. Of course it's probably the hormones getting to me more than I would like.

'It's just the whole Max thing you know? He wasn't much older than Poppy and now it could be easily her? I was practically gloating about how well she was doing, and now look' I snapped, letting those angry tears fight their way through. 'I knew she shouldn't have gone back to school. It was way too soon, she'll be staying at home with me from now on' I growled jumping a little.

'Hey, hey, hey?  She's going to be fine. Accidents happen and she still needs and wants to be a child'

'She's my child that is sick and who I need to protect' I said stunned. I thought him of all people would be panicking and overly worrying.

'I know. But you can't keep her off school. I'd rather her be happy than confined to the house... with you and a new born baby, the pair of you would go completely insane. At each other as well as just being trapped'

'Your not seriously going to let her go back to school tomorrow are you?'

'Of course I am.  Well that's if she gets out of here tonight?' He sighed.

- - -

It didn't take long for the transfusion to be finished and for the doctor to be discharging her with some anti biotics.

It all seemed a bit rushed to me - plus the fact that we had to wait a whole week or two to find out the results.

If there was any fricken problems that go undetected then they would definitely be hearing from me.

'Can we get some chicken for dinner?' Poppy asked from the back of the car.

'Chicken? That sounds awful' I grumbled still miserable and sulking over the whole thing.

'But I want chicken. Please can we have chicken daddy?' She begged kicking my seat because I was clearly annoying her.

'Of course you can have chicken' he said giving me a death glare. We all know - including the kids - that if Poppy asks for food then she gets the food. It's not a selfish thing or letting her get her own way - we just need to maintain her weight a lot more than what we are at the moment.

'I don't want chicken' I scoffed.

'Well it's not all up to you' he snapped.

'What?'

'It's not all up to you! She wants chicken so she's having chicken. Just because you don't like chicken at the moment doesn't mean you can be this harsh' he snapped at me as I just pulled up the car. 'What the hell? What are you doing?'

'I'm getting the train home' I sulked grabbing my rucksack and slamming the car door shut.

'You what?'

'I'm getting the train home because I can't deal with this right now. Just get her the chicken and leave me alone'

'Don't be ridiculous. It's half past 6 on a Wednesday evening. You really want to get the train with a load of people in rush hour?'

'Yep' I snapped and went.

Even if he had tried to follow me he wouldn't have gotten very far. I'm an extremely stubborn person.

- - -

'Did you not do all of this last time?' I squirmed as Lilly was sat on the sofa, top up, stomach showing and about to inject some of whatever the hell it is she does.

You'd think after months of dealing with needles and things that I would be used to it all. But it still makes me shiver.

'Have you told John where you are?' Lilly asked completely ignoring my question.

'Nope'

'Why?'

'I dunno'

'This isn't his fault Clara. Kids just want to be kids and you can't stop Poppy from being a kid' she hummed.

'I never said I could. I just think that we have to be careful with her. She's fragile. Much more fragile than the rest' I hummed.

'Shall I cal John?'

'Do you mind?'

'No'

'Can I stay the night?' I mumbled.

'Your always welcome you know that' she smirked.